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Clyde and Wanda The Cedar Cove Chronicles Book Two
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  • Jun.27.2009
  • 9781442146174
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Clyde and Wanda The Cedar Cove Chronicles Book Two is the continuing story of Clyde Jansan. Seven years have passed since Lilly Jean Jansan was rescued from Horace Hammond's well. During that time, Clyde has married and has a four year old daughter. Life seems great until strange sounds and sights come from the abandoned Hammond place and Clyde's wife begins to learn the mystery of her past.
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Clyde and Wanda The Cedar Cove Chronicles Book Two is the continuing story of Clyde Jansan. Seven years have passed since Lilly Jean Jansan was rescued from Horace Hammond's well. During that time, Clyde has married and has a four year old daughter. Life seems great until strange sounds and sights come from the abandoned Hammond place and Clyde's wife begins to learn the mystery of her past.

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Chapter EightClyde had been busy in the store all morning. For a long time, he’d worked alone; then Todd joined him. He could tell Todd wanted to talk, but they’d both been so busy there hadn’t really been the chance. He was starting to ask Todd what was on his mind when the door opened and Jesse Jenkins stepped inside, “Hi, Jesse,” Clyde said.Jesse nodded coming up to the counter, “Mama sent me here to get a few things. Hey, Todd, I hear you’re gonna start dating that snooty Linda Evans. If that girl is up at Preacher Joe’s store when me or Mama and Daddy go in, she’ll walk out. The other day I was going in when her and Nancy were coming out. They were giggling and not watching where they were going. That Linda ran right into me. You’d thought she touched poison the way she carried on. I told her not to worry—my black don’t rub off.”“Who told you I was gonna start dating her?” Todd asked. “I can’t stand her. I don’t even see what Bob sees in Nancy.”“Well Bob’s the one who told me. Say’s Nancy thinks it would be perfect.”“I’m not,” Todd said.“Good,” Jesse replied; then looked at Clyde, “Mama wants to fix up Mr. Esau’s old place and turn it into a little museum. She’s got Daddy painting the house and they’re gonna put in shelves to set his carvings up on.”“That’s a good idea,” Clyde said. “She could even charge admission. I bet people on their way to Myrtle Beach would stop to look at them.”“That’s what she’s thinking too.” Jesse said. Mr. Esau passed away back in 1943, shortly after Clyde had been sent home from the war. Mr. Esau was over one hundred when he died. Born a slave, he’d had tremendous talent making baskets and carving wood into toys and all sorts of figures. Jesse handed Clyde a small piece of paper, “This is what I’m supposed to get. You got it?”“Yeah, you can get every bit of this right over there. Need any help?”“Nah, I’ll get it.” He walked to the aisle. “Now if I don’t see it, Clyde, I’m calling you.”“Okay, Jesse,” Clyde said. Jesse went to look for the items and Todd said quietly “I heard something over at the Hammonds this morning.”“What?” Clyde asked.“Well, this morning I was walking with Lilly Jean on my way to feed the hogs and both of us heard something moving through those weeds over there.”
“You didn’t see anything?” Clyde asked, looking through his transaction book.“No, we just heard something moving.”
“Probably some animal,” Clyde remarked.“That’s what I told Lilly Jean but she thinks it was a person because from the sound of it; it was something big.”Clyde closed his book, “Coulda been a deer or Grandma Cal’s bear might even be back.”Todd nodded, “You’re probably right.”Jesse came from the aisle, carrying some brackets and screws, “Mighta been space people moving around over there, Todd. You never know.”“Space people?” Clyde laughed.“Yeah, ain’t y’all heard of space people?”“Where did you hear about space people?” Clyde asked.“Up at Preacher Joe’s store. You hear all sorts of things up there. I bet if you put a freezer full of soda in here with a checker board, you’d hear some good stuff too, Clyde.”
“No, thank you,” Clyde said. “I don’t want people coming in here and playing checkers all day. I expect them to get what they want, pay for it and go on.”“Yeah, but y’all are missing out on all the good stuff. Like knowing about these space people.”“There are no space people, Jesse,” Clyde said.“Well something’s sure out there. People are seeing all kinds of strange lights, hearing weird sounds. Farmers up in Sandy Corners are finding just skin left to their animals—and there ain’t no cuts or nothing in the skin. Like something sucked out their insides.”Clyde was glad Betsy stayed home with Wanda. “Jesse, that’s ridiculous.“Sure is,” Jesse agreed. “That ain’t gonna happen normally, so it has to be space people. I even seen one of them lights.”“You did?” Todd spoke up.Jesse nodded, “Sure did. Last night coming home from my girlfriend, Marcella Lewis, there was this big round white light in the sky.”“That’s the moon, Jesse,” Todd said and Clyde laughed.Jesse shook his head, “Weren’t no moon, Todd. I know the moon and it was over here,” Jesse pointed, “and that light was right smack in front of me. Sending out little beams of light.”“Jesse, what have you been into?” Clyde asked.“Huh?” Jesse remarked, then realized what Clyde was insinuating, “Oh, nothing, Clyde, I swear. I know you used to deliver that moonshine to Daddy and Mr. Esau, but I ain’t never touched the stuff. I saw that light though. Followed me all the way home. I even ran in the house it had me so scared. Told Mama and Daddy all about it and now Mama’s afraid to come out of the house….”“You shouldn’t scare Hallie like that,” Clyde told him.“Well, I had to tell her the truth,” Jesse said. “And speaking of strange things, Clyde, who is that over at your house?”“My house? Shouldn’t be anyone at my house except Wanda and Betsy. Maybe Vicky, Libby or Lilly Jean. Even Alice or Grandma Cal, and you know all of them.”“Well, I ain’t seen no extra people over there, Clyde. Just this crazy looking old car with all kinds of junk piled up on it. Lawn chairs, rolled up sleeping bags. Even got pots tied to the mess. I bet it rattles something awful going down the road.”“Hmmm,” Clyde looked concerned, ringing up the items Jesse wanted to buy. “Todd, here, finish with Jesse, then close up the store for me. I gotta get home and find out what is going on.”“Sure, Clyde, no problem,” Todd remarked.

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This is my second novel. I plan to do a series of the Cedar Cove Chronicles, dealing with Jansan's and others in Cedar Cove.

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 I was born in Newport News, Va and moved to Leland, Nc when I was eight years old.  I come from a family with a rich history of talking and have much to draw on for my imagination.

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